I looked at myself in a cracked mirror.
It was on the first day I got diagnosed when I punched it. I shaved my head shortly after that using the same mirror.
I zipped up a dress I found in a bag under my bed. I never went out so I put most of my good clothes in that bag. It was skin tight and I could barely breathe which probably wasn't a good thing. Keeping it on, I walked down the creaking stairs. Eating a piece of an apple,that I left a lipstick stain on, and a food supplement I walked out the door.
My car was old and rusty, but at least I had one. The engine buzzed and the car rolled forward. Fifteen minutes later I pulled into a brick building's gravel parking lot. The air around the place was heavy and filled with what seemed to be toxic gasses. It most likely was not good for a cancer patient to be breathing in this, but it probably wasn't good for anyone anyway. I walked up to a large man standing at the entrance with a clip board. He looked at me from head to toe. Probably wondering why I wasn't at the hospital two blocks away, but I kept persistent eye contact with him. He finally snapped out of his judgmental face and asked grudgingly
"Name?"
"Olivia Zee" I replied my arms crossed.
He flipped through what seemed like twenty-three pages then finally replied
"Nope, not on the list, you cannot..."
He was cut off by a boy, it was Cole, go figure...
"It's alright, she's with me"
Then he took my hand.
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a fortiori
Teen FictionA girl living with a disease that she try's not to give into. She lives life to the fullest (sort of) and boys from her past come back to her side, but why her? She's nothing special. Then she realizes something she never thought she would. They nee...
